Scrimping and saving, ranting and raving. Past retirement age.
We moved on again today, four locks and a bridge and then we stopped.
DD2 is collecting me tomorrow and taking me shopping.
Hopefully we can have a peaceful few days.
I'm hoping to recover, I was wiped out today and went to bed as soon as we moored up.
Rambler, he's not listening to me currently, I'm playing it by ear. If he gets really unsafe I will abandon ship and leave him to cope alone.
Ellen, I don't get a break unless you count my occasional trips to the supermarket and he's trying to organise more deliveries and less trips.
Steve has an audiology appointment today at 4:30, hopefully he'll get his hearing aids repaired. It's proving tedious having to repeat everything 4 or 5 times because he can't hear me.
Unfortunately if I can't hear him it's my fault, if he can't hear me it's also my fault, though this seems to be very common amongst the men on the cut.
I'm hoping to see DD2 at least one more time before we get to the Thames, I've not managed to see anyone else apart from one boaters wife for some time now.
Morning all.
I'm still around, still wobbly and the Wi-Fi here is pretty ropey.
I've managed some knitting, it's a super bulky yarn so fairly easy to knit with.
Steve's adamant we are going on the Thames, I can see it being fraught with problems, if we get stuck I shall abandon ship and leave him to it.
Hi Debby.
No there is no second opinion, I have Macular traction, the surgery failed.
I just have to live with what is left.
Jaccs, there is nothing that can be done, apart from surgery which they won't do as it failed last time. I don't think I could face it again. The waiting room was rammed from the start as everyone had an 8:30 am appointment. Older patients arrived constantly throughout the day as did tiny newborn babies. My surgery was put back and put back until there was just me left. By the time I went in the surgeon must have been exhausted as it was about 6:30. He knew what had happened as he swore, he blamed me and claimed I'd moved. I was warned that there was a chance the surgery would fail and it did. This was some years ago now.
I don't wear glasses I've been told I'm not a suitable case for treatment and I doubt I could afford glasses even if they were available as they would be a very complicated prescription.
Jacss asked why my vision has changed.
I have Macular traction.
This is not the same as Macular degeneration.
It distorts my vision and gets worse with time.
It started in my left eye.
I had surgery on it, it failed!.
I now have traction in my right eye.
I have permanent double vision.
On the day of the surgery I arrived at the hospital at 8:30,
I was seen at 5.30, the last appointment of the day.
I expect the surgeon was tired.
I went back the following day as I couldn't see at all.
After a week my sight started to return, I returned to work.
The surgery caused a cataract.
I have refused to have surgery on the second eye as I wish to save what vision I have.
We didn't see much of the jubilee, Steve's not interested and I couldn't see the bits I wanted as we weren't around at the appropriate times.
The family wedding went well although it was difficult for people to get to the Guildhall in Windsor at the appropriate time. We had to get a lift to the station and then catch three trains each way. Windsor was heaving with crowds because of the jubilee, I'm not convinced my brother in law realised it was the jubilee weekend when he booked the wedding.
Steve hung on to me for grim death whilst we made our way to the Guildhall he's probably more upset at the change in my vision than I am. He seemed to think I was going to disappear in a puff of smoke if he let go of me.
We moored in our usual place in the marina for the weekend and my daughter gave us a lift to the station at just after 12 o'clock. We didn't go to the reception as it was 16 miles away from the Guildhall and with no transport links. The wedding was at 2 o'clock and the reception was at 5 o'clock so we returned home after the ceremony. We were home by 5:30 and that included having a meal in the station pub.
We went to the Three Guineas at Reading station. Steve had Hunters chicken, followed by a choclate brownie, I had Scampi followed by strawberries and cream. It was much better than we expected for a busy pub.
I'm rapidly adjusting to my changed vision but it's bloody inconvenient.
